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Noah Kahan
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if i look back, i am lost
Mike Driver

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ojovivo

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Claire Keane
Doug Jones
Sweet Seals For You, Always
NASA

@theartofmadeline
Today's Document
Misplaced Lens Cap
KIROKAZE
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@technologyisadeadbird
Inheritance, Matthew Cornell, 2012
Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation
― Anne Sexton
sex, betrayal, murder, and the absence of an old face—maybe it’s mine, maybe it’s yours. i don’t know anymore.
things used to be so dramatic; it wasn’t hard to feel something. i’ve always said that falling out of love is more emotive.
i don’t think about it anymore, except in november. the ghosts don’t leave after halloween, they linger until the days can get no shorter.
i was so sad after it happened. my mom said she had a surprise for us, to cheer us up. we went to a christmas lights drive through show. i couldnt stop crying.

you were my only friend back then. the only one who stayed. i’m glad that things turned out this way. i’m happy that i’m no longer the girl in the picture. however, the perennial problem still remains: without my sorrow, who the hell am i?
the eroticism of the subjunctive